love, your muse, Nymphetamine

i’m in every bad song lyric

i’m in every tear that you

shed when you think of loving me

and about my love, untrue

you know i’m a practiced adulterer

but i can make you skip that chord

standing in the front row

your nymph, your muse, your whore

and we’ll make love in the back seat

like we always do

fake the way i hold you close

and lie when i say i love you

these little secrets we always keep

this hateful love and lust, shattered

but i got what i wanted and you got your hit song

i guess that’s all that matters


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